Moment Of Death Poem by Peter Black

Waking for the cold night air knows
Life and death life wood and stone hold
Past and future in fiber rock molds
With my eyes heavy comes the fear
I hear death like leaves rustling in the air
Where I lay today tomorrow all my years
Move towards the moment when I wear
Reaching the point where you have to breathe
One last time and say now i must go
And in the throws of death will i pray
Or say my mother's name
Today i feel it is a good thing to be no more
Think not of mankind or the stars
Seeing no heaven upon my living scars
I watch my eyes grow tired as the night fades
Exhale become nothing, no mind to want
Among the nothingness of space, I am drawn
and soon lose the power to know I lost at all